When I was a kid, I used to watch the cartoon version of Narnia, and my favorite scene was when Aslan breathed on the statues and they came back to life. Hopes restored. Lives restores. Dreams restored.
All it takes is His breath.
Dead things come back to life all the time.
“Bless the Lord, O, my soul…”
I place my hand firm over my heart and pray that over myself. Oh, Lord. Teach me to live from that place- from a place of worship. Teach me to wonder at and be in awe over the majesty and mystery and miracle of You.
I laugh with people I love. We make eye contact and gently touch each other’s arms and we laugh and it is good. It is so, so good.
I sit quiet on the couch, not alone. There is comfortable silence and books and Mumford and Sons.
Arlow goes to his basket, digging through for the perfect toy. He brings it to me, presents it excitedly- an offering.
The sun surrounds us and the air is cold, but the sun is warm and it’s glowing like an embrace.
The kids and I sit, hip to hip, on the couch. Legs entwined. There is comfort. And I hope that when they look in my eyes, they see Jesus loving them through me.
I watch them play, and listen to them talk about their future. It’s all laughter and dreams with kids. They have so much to teach me. I have so much to unlearn.
Lord, teach me again that life is a gift.